A #bpdaily roundup

I thought it’d be fun to put together all the #bpdaily pics I’ve taken this year. Not as many as there should be considering the hash tag, but anyway…

Which is your favourite?








Nothing good ever happens without a fight















Where’s the inspiration gone?





Alcohol and Calculus don’t mix – Don’t drink and derive


Boys will be boys. And so will a lot of middle aged men


School is like a lollipop – it sucks until it’s gone


Every morning is the dawn of a new error


Thanks to @RobsieM for helping me out the day I missed goodie



Statistics mean never having to say you’re certain


Leave the past, Engage the present, Create the future




Storms make trees take deeper root




No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow




Acupuncture is a jab well done




Stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me


After the laws of physics, everything else is opinion



A Mad Hatter’s Tea Party

Friday morning last week saw a lucky bunch of ladies dressed to the nines in the “Creatively Stylish” theme as specified by Intel, arriving in droves at the beautiful Shepstone Gardens. This absolute gem of a venue is tucked away in the most unsuspecting place, just off Louis Botha. Having not known it existed I was amazed at the stunning setting – a perfect place to create the magic of a Wonderland.

Secret Garden

Each lady chose a tiny hat on the way in, in order to add the hats to the mad (speaking for myself of course) in the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.

Mad Hatter's Hat

The beauty of the setting was complemented by the decor which was simply Alice.

A Jozi Wonderland

Gorgeous tables

The Little Things

Drink Me

We were lucky enough to have Dion Chang of Flux Trends speak to us on the title “Does my Bum Look Big in Cyberspace”, discussing fashion trends in the online space.

"Does My Bum Look Big in Cyberspace"

Spotted: Beautiful shoes

I was lucky enough to win myself a silver HD video FlipCam by Cisco in the lucky draw. It’s a 4GB camera with a flip USB to both charge and transfer.

Apart from all the delicious goodies, we each came away with all sorts of lovely things courtesy of both Intel and Dell, including a New York Times Best Seller – Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man by Steve Harvey, cupcakes, Lindt deliciousness, lip-gloss, Revlon goodies and lovely Roll-On Pumps (pewter) which fold into a handbag and come encased in a fold up bag that opens up to make space for the heels you swap out.

The weather on the day was beautiful and I have so many other lovely photos, but here’s the last one


Huge thanks to Intel for a spectacular day :)


Aaah me, the wonders of technology

On Friday afternoon I got off work a couple of hours early in order to get home and finish packing for my Durban long-weekend (and to catch the Royal kiss but that’s beside the point). Having managed to get myself organised without a major panic, finish packing and do everything that needed to be done in time to leave home by 3, to check-in at the airport by 3.45, I was surprised how smoothly everything seemed to be going.

Naturally, this was all too good to be true. My dad kindly drove me to the airport and on the way we got involved in a chat regarding all sorts of new technology. He’s recently started reading TechCentral and now fancies himself quite “clued” for an old guy. This means that at every possible opportunity, he throws in a comment, a knowledgable and relevant one at that, about anything technological that he has recently learnt about.

So, interesting convo in progress, I put my beloved phone under my leg on the seat (partly in order to avoid encouraging a smash and grab situation by leaving it on my lap, and partly to stop from being distracted by the wonders of Twitter via Echofon).

Getting out of the car at the airport, I grabbed my handbag, and went to the boot to get my suitcase and hand luggage bag, kissed me dad goodbye and missioned off into the airport.
At the check-in counter, I went digging in my handbag, in which my phone is ever-elusive, as is I’m sure the case for lots of gals. Not locating the phone in the first round of scrabbling, my heart dropped ever so slightly. Thinking I must have missed it I continued the scrabble post-check-in with bag on floor in middle of airport, chucking out wallet, charger cable, camera, and any number of other random crap that lives in the deep dark depths of said bag.

No phone. No beloved iPhone that keeps me in touch with Twitter and Facebook and Instagram and on Whatsapp, and in touch with friends whose numbers I do not remember off-hand. No way to get hold of brother who I am going to see in Durbs. No phone with the sms of the address of the complex I need to tell the taxi to take me to when I arrive.

So I bolted downstairs to the payphones – yes, they still make those – threw in one of the two R5 coins scrounged from the bottom of bottomless-pit-handbag, only to have it fly straight through and drop out the bottom. At this point I was already trying to dial. Put the coin in again. Still no go. Apparently the pay phone does not accept “new” R5 coins. Or this one didn’t anyway. Went to try the phone on the other side – card phone. Panic – need to get hold of dad before he gets too far to bring it back to me. How will I get hold of anyone all weekend? How will I survive?

Run to the hotdog stall to try and get change for the only R20 note in my purse. He gives me new R5 coins. Give it back and ask him for R2 coins. Run back to the phone. Get the coins in, manage to dial half the number before it spits them back out at me. Try again, dial a different number – still no go. It’s now 4.05pm. My boarding gate closes at 4.15pm and I figure even if I get hold of dad he won’t have time to get back to me before I fly so I give up. Go back upstairs. Hold frustration at bay. Go through the security check. Try one last pay phone to try and find out address of accommodation for the weekend. Which was in an sms on my phone. Manage to get the coins to go through. Manage to dial the number. No ringing tone coming through. And yet the payphone is taking my money. Hang up and try one more time. Same story.(No wonder people have cell phones.)

4.15pm. I’m going to be late to board. Mission back to gate D1. Look at my ticket and realise I’m meant to be at gate D8. Mission back across to the other end of the domestic boarding gates. Just past the bank of payphones I was just standing at. Stand in the queue. Listen to the announcements.

4.30pm. This an announcement for the Kulula/BA flight blablabla – we have been delayed due to a late inbound wakawaka… New departure time is now 5.30pm.

As much as this annoys me, it means I still have time to try and figure out where I’m going at the other end, and try and let my brother know that I’m going to be late and won’t be able to get hold of him.

Sit myself down on the airport floor. Take out my netbook (thank goodness I threw it into my hand luggage at the last minute). Wifi hotspot – score! Purchase airtime – no score. Grab my 3G and plug in. Thank goodness for my 3G. (Which I won in a competition with Gadget at the beginning of the year). Tweet desperate “delayed and have no phone” tweet. More than one friendly response of – who do you need us to get hold of – thanks millions to Frankie and Tam.

Tam phoned my mum. Mum gave her the address of the flat where I was to be staying. Tam tweeted me the address. Tam told mum about delayed flight. Mum phoned brother and explained situation. Brother said he’d wait outside flat and lookout for me at about the time I should hopefully be getting there.

Thank heavens for technology. Maybe a little sad to know how much I depend on it but in these sorts of situations it really does make life so much easier. A quick phone call would have saved me so much admin. But netbooks and 3G rocked my world this weekend.

Moral of the story – all the technology in the world can’t help you if you leave it on the front seat of your dad’s car.